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 Quite frantic now, he vows revenge,
 * the moment that he's landed,

And proudly boaſts we cannot hope
 * to fight him ſingle handed,

What, ſingle handed, we can do,
 * his troops ſhall know full well ſoon,

For him, he learn'd it long ago
 * from ſingle-handed . Bow, &c.

Then ſince their minds are quite made up,
 * let me, on this occaſion,

Make one requeſt to Neptune,
 * if they dream of an invaſion:

"To bring them ſafely out of port,
 * "on gentle billows guide them,

"To where a of "may anchor cloſe beſide them." &c.

ONAPARTE with flints and ſteel,
 * our country thinks invading,

But we'll teach him a leſſon ſoon
 * will ſtop his mouth from pratting:

We'll let him know we fear bin nor,
 * for a' his boaſted Hoſt, Sir;

Great Britain's troops from ſea to ſea,
 * will ſhow him to the Coaſt; Sir.

And Britiſh Sons will bang the French,
 * John Bull will bang Monſieur, Sir,

Until the Fool his Folly kens,
 * When he openly appears, Sir.